Nearing the end of this book I kind of got the feeling the author wanted it to be over as much as I did. Slow, dreary and tedious to say the least. Hore's time-slip abilities are about as competent as a giraffe on ice. I had such little interest in Lucy Cardwell and I resented having to persevere but I'd heard good things about this author. It's a 'daughter delves into dead Dad's past' kind of story, with a deep dark secret that isn't all that deep or dark when you consider the cruel malevolence of our world today. I did like Beatrice, she had some depth at least. Her character spends time with the wealthy Wincanton's who are like a family of reticent vultures, shadowing Beatrice's life from youth, through the war years, picking away until ultimately taking that which was, supposedly, most precious. The inscrutable Angelina - who did make me a little uncomfortable - reminded me of the sinister Adeline and Emmeline twins from Diane Setterfields' Thirteenth Tale. This book is readable but I wouldn't be writing home about it.